A drop of rain a sheet of ice, You float through life, you've been her twiceNo broken bones you're on your ownYou settle down and make a loving homeYou run you're hands through swaying corn, You know you have to die to be reborn

Are you so beatiful tomorrow?

What goes around comes around, All the clichйs of the world and dumbing downI know your mind I know your tricks, Your verbal sound bytes you lying gitThe puncture wound the heroin, Unsettled bills the mortal sin

The trail of slime where you have been, Did I say the right thing?You rule by fear truth or dare, The purest words you've no idea

Will you be so beatiful tomorrow?

No substitude for honest toil, No antidote for idle handsIn seconds life can turn around, Depends which way the coin will land

Someone somewhere surelyMust know what's going onThe more I live the less I know, Are you sure I said the right thing?

You run your hand through swaying corn, You have to die to be rebornYou raise your eyes to heavens above, You'll have to come back hereCos you didn't give... love.